There is no retracing our steps.

Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.

The tendency of humanity is towards the forbidden.

Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor, a fugitive and wanderer, to escape from yourself, now vainly seeking to banish remorse by wine, and now by sleep; but the gloomy companion presses on you, and pursues you as you fly.

What's well begun is half done.

In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last; then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon.

There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.